"You doubted me," she flung at him, arrogantly. "I demand from those who love me, all—or nothing."
She swept from the room, small, proud, forceful; while John threw himself upon a chair and buried his head in his hands.
XXVII
Dixie
Gray Eagle was trotting briskly along the road over which another hand had guided him so often,—the Oakwood carriage-way. On his back sat Friedrich, erectly vigorous, singing for the trees' benefit,—
"Oh, I wees' I was in Deexie,
Look away, look away!
In Deexie Land I take my stand,
To live and die in Deexie."